I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Sunday, December 16, 2012

A Gift

When the one manager with whom I didn’t get along angrily
stated “you get people to do anything for you”, I didn’t understand what she
could have against that asset, except that she was unable to get the same from
people.

I remember that afternoon in the manager’s office the other
day when I went to pick up the latest shipment of books from the post office. I
was late, but the Post Master waited for me and carried them to my car. She had
done that once before.That day she came
to the Post Office half hour earlier so she could have the package ready for me
in time for an early book signing I was doing.

Acts of kindness like that and others like the photographer
of Celebrate Life Half Marathon who offered to take my book cover picture at no
change are a gift in a person’s life. What makes someone the recipient of that
gift?

I don’t know…

Humor? Chitchat? I think it’s more than that, but I can’t
put my finger on it.

Those who know me know I can handle being a bitch quite well
and that it’s not all humor and laughs when I’m under stress.I have no patience to wait for things that
were supposed to be done when they were supposed to be done and I don’t have a
problem telling those who offered to get the work done and didn’t how I feel
about it. Still they will come back to help me again.

I have worked with people whom those who ”do anything for me”
cannot tolerate and will refuse to do anything for or even work with them.On the other hand, I have become good friends
with my vendors, my own participants, my bosses (after I have left the job) one
of them being now my really good friend who will not tolerate anyone defaming
me, and even my race photographer!

It is the combination of humor, chitchat, of stopping a few
minutes to ask how that person is doing, and honesty, maybe that’s what my
former boss lacked.

Whatever it is, it’s a gift I am given and one I appreciate
even if I don’t quite understand it.

What I write – Why I write
I write about life
About running,
About my impressions.
I’d like to call my writing
Impressionism.

All I write will be shaded
By my ideology
And I can not pretend
To be phonily neutral
For no one can be

I write because it is free.
Because it’s not censored
And
Because it is I

I write about my experience
and my observations of others
What I have felt
And what I could have felt

I write about my feelings of today,
The people in my life now and
The ones in my life yesterday
However many years ago.
I can write the feelings
of twenty years ago
With the same intensity
that I would have back then.

Bear with me
For what is life but
a long string of events
All affecting one another